When roses look alot like stamps on the wall...

Sorry I have not written in a while. We have been stopping to smell the roses.

Meaning, we have been simply slowing down and enjoying what is so obviously right in front of our faces each day that we ordinarily would miss.

Roses like snuggling on the couch with my hubby enjoying a DVR'd show or a Netflix movie.

Roses like helping the kids do a craft project...

Or Two...

Roses like making paper airplanes, bouncing bouncy balls, and playing board games.

Roses like making forts in the living room...

Sometimes roses can look a lot like this on the wall????

Only roses would have been a lot more pleasant than discovering this Halloween children's stamp on the dining room wall and following it with a conversation eerily similar to the one regarding the $85 tennis ball with the same child as the culprit, unsurprisingly so. Surprising is his ability to lie through his teeth about such incidents and his quickness to blame neighbor children for his own actions until I tell him I am going to speak to the neighbor children, so if there is something he wants to add or change about the story, NOW would be the good time to do so. Amazing how the story changes at that point in time. Turns out that TWO of the above RIP stamps on the wall were Grant's doing on purpose when I dug for information and the other TWO were accidents by Grant doing. Funny how deliberate they appear, especially when they were almost completely concealed by a greenery topiary. I only found them today because I was dusting.

Sometimes roses look a lot like Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser. Just Sayin'.

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Missing

Something is missing from this picture....

Also missing....

She failed to show up last night. Word is she had a late night with some girlfriends at a local establishment. Luckily for her, Grant could not find his tooth prior to his slumber, so his Mom had a legitimate reason for the tooth fairy's absence last evening. I am hoping she is more on the ball tonight.

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good thing they make me laugh to make their comments tolerable

Grant vomited last night. Ordinarily this would concern me as to what bug or what undiagnosed ailment may be sweeping its way into our lives again, but Grant is dramatic. He is a candidate for easy bulimia one day. He can make himself gag and vomit with little effort when he puts his mind to it. While we all want our kids to be able to do anything when they try their hardest, this is not high up there on my list of potential achievements for my children. Anyway, he was having a coughing fit. Given our experiences last week with Gavin, this should concern me as well; however, Grant's colds and sniffles inevitably settle into his chest for a 3-4 day cough historically. He is running no fever and has no other symptoms. He was simply coughing so violently his stomach began to heave and he vomited and spit out all his phlegm (you're welcome).

Anyway, as I said, Grant is dramatic. As he was coughing and making himself vomit, he threw himself into a crying fit - screaming and carrying on making little to no sense. Through sobs and shrieks he said things like, " I need a bucket." Then as I went to get a bucket he said, "Mom, don't leave. I need you. I want you." Then he would heave again and say, "I need someone else." I would stroke his back and say I was right here for him. He would say, "Get Daddy. I need Daddy." As I would start to leave the room he would say, "I want my Mommy." Then he laid down and fell back asleep for about 5 minutes. He woke up coughing again and started to make himself hurl once again. This time between drama bursts, he would declare, "I don't want to have friends over any more," as if somehow his playdate earlier in the day was responsible for his current state. So, I asked him, "Oh, Sweetie, is it Christopher's fault you are sick tonight?" He shouted back at me, "NO! It's no one's fault. I'm gonna throw up all night long now. Mommy, there's something in my stomach that's trying to kill me." Drama king.

On another note, we went and saw the Radio City Christmas Spectacular starring the Rockettes Monday night. I now know what the best of the hight school and college drill team becomes. I was not optimistic that my 5 and 7 year old boys would appreciate their grandma's ticket for them as I looked around and saw the entire audience was pretty much little girls with their mommies or Senior Citizens. However, they loved it. The stars of the show were the Rockettes with Santa as a close second. Gavin leaned over to me at one point in time and asked, "Mom, Does Santa know I was in the hospital?" I replied, "I am sure he does. He sees you when you're sleeping and knows if you've been bad or good, remember?" He said, "Good," I asked, "Why?" "Because I will get an extra special present since I was in the hospital," Gavin retorted. Am I not the one who is supposed to use Santa over HIS head?

Gavin liked the show, but not nearly as much as Grant. Grant was MESMERIZED. He asked me after each act if it was over and I would reply that I didn't know, did he want it to be over. He would reply, "No. Not yet." Grant loved Santa and the set changes and effects of the screen and stage moving, etc. I prefer him to love the show for that reason. I know it won't be long before he wants to see the Rockettes for other reasons. Not long at all. If my 8-1/2 year old nephew is any indication, it will be about 3 years, actually. When telling a friend he was going to see the Rockettes that day, he was met with an inquiry as to what are Rockettes. So, he replied with, "They're a bunch of hot chicks with big thighs that do a lot of kicking."

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bar fights and collectors items

Things are getting back to normal here at Chez O'Neill. When I look back over the last two weeks, I really can't believe we all survived with our sanity.

I would say sanity is relative, though.

Thursday I spent half the day crying my eyes out. I don't know why. I was overcome with emotion that I believe was FINALLY released when I got home from the hospital, felt like all my men were relatively healthy or at least improving and BREATHED for the first time in 14 days.

Gavin now has a phobia of the hospital. He is afraid to tell me when he doesn't feel well. I have explained that just because he doesn't feel well doesn't mean he will necessarily go to the hospital. Also, I have explained that the hospital is, in fact, what helped him get better. At home, he would have become sicker and sicker and could have died from his lungs not working right if we hadn't gone to the hospital at some point in time. He said they lied about putting a straw in his arm. It was really a needle first. Ah, true, wise Gavin. Necessary evils to get kids to cooperate.

Brian looks like he got in a bar fight. He has a raging black eye. Behind his ear is an enormous bruise - black and purple. His abdomen looks like he took a couple of kicks to the gut with its bruising. And the top of his head has a stitched up slit that looks like a beer bottle had its way with his scalp. This is all from the surgery - the bleeding that was not visible from the procedure making its way out of the system.

Grant is acting out. He has become a bit aggressive and destructive. Saturday, while I was away at a baby shower, he had his way with the big screen TV downstairs. Nerf gun war, apparently. There were little Nerf dart marks all over that were easily wiped away. However, the large scratches, MOST, but not all of which buffed out were a result of the NERF GUN attacking the screen. Grant's hand was on the opposite end of the gun.

Then Grant threw a fit in the store yesterday when I explained he was not getting a cookie because he disobeyed me again about keeping his jacket out of his mouth - the same jacket which now has an inoperable zipper due to the same mouth and teeth that can't stay away from it. He took off his jacket and swung it wildly in the air as hard as he could hitting an innocent lady as she walked by. When she heard my horror and shock-filled gasp, she sheepishly looked back and said it was okay. I think she was afraid of what might happen to the adorable, wide-eyed little boy whose mother was foaming at the mouth if she would have made a big deal about it. He was obviously going to have a consequence for his actions.

I threw away an $85 tennis ball today. On purpose.

When I arrived home from the baby shower on Saturday, I was told our basement toilet was clogged. The guys had spent a large portion of the afternoon trying to remedy the problem to no avail. One of my nephews had taken a large dump and it was thought this was the culprit. Plunging did nothing. I bought a sort of snake de-clogging tool and it also did nothing. In fact, it would not penetrate the neck of the toilet. So, I called the plumber today. The plumber tried the same things unsuccessfully. He then shop-vac-ed out the poop water and found a TENNIS BALL lodged in the neck of the toilet. INTERESTING. I am pretty sure my 8 year old nephew did not use a tennis ball to wipe his messy little bum. I know from this post, I wanted the boys to work on their aim, but I meant it a little more anatomically than athletically.

When Grant got home from school today, I explained that the plumber had been here and fixed the toilet.
Me: Guess what? He found something in it.
Grant: A tennis ball?
Me: Yes. How did you know that?
Grant: I guessed?
Me: Uh- huh. I see. How did the tennis ball get into the toilet?
Grant: I don't know?
Me: Yes you do. How?
Grant: I think I don't remember.
Me: I think you need to remember.
Grant: Ummm. I THINK I was going pee and I had the tennis ball in my hand, but I set it down on the edge of the toilet and I think it probably fell in. Then I finished going pee, I think.
Me: And you flushed the toilet with the tennis ball in it?
Grant: Yes, I accidentally forgot to get the tennis ball out first.

So, I explained that accidents happen and it is gross when things fall in the toilet, but he should have told us this happened because we could have saved a lot of time and money if we knew what the problem was. If he ever drops something in the toilet again, he needs to tell us RIGHT AWAY and NEVER FLUSH IT FIRST.

So, does anyone know the going rate for 5 year old child labor? I have $85 owed to me.

Lessons learned from this: If you want to save some money and not call the plumber after your toilet does not respond to plunging and snake routing for declogging, you can wet-vac the water out and find the lodged item. However, having someone else suction dung-water out of my toilet to find a feces covered tennis ball is worth EVERY BIT OF $85 for 25 minutes of work. EVERY PENNY.

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home again, home again, jiggity jig...

Home again.

From the hospital again.

Gavin was discharged last evening after his second dose of antibiotics. He improved most of the night on Tuesday night and into Wednesday. He began running a low grade fever on Wednesday early afternoon which responded very well to Motrin. He also began eating and drinking. And then he began peeing. A ton. Like every 45 minutes. It was as if his little body finally said, "okay, I believe you will keep giving me a drink, so I will now release this fluid I have been holding onto for the last three days." and the floodgates were raised.

I gave him Motrin last night as a precautionary measure to ensure he didn't wake with a high fever again. He is keeping everything down now and really appears to be on the mend. I am keeping him home from school for the rest of the week so I can watch his breathing and listen to him to ensure the fluid is not building up. I also just want to keep him adequately rested for another few days. We follow up with his pediatrician this afternoon.

My Mom is going home again today. We were going to have a house full of people this weekend (my family) but I cancelled. I cancelled as soon as I realized things with Gavin were pretty serious and now I am glad I did. We just need time to be a family. A family of 4 with no doctor's appointments or hospital stays or houseguests. We need to be normal. Well, as normal as a family of 4 fighting cancer and pneumonia can be. As normal as a family of 4 who have not all slept in the same house for 7 nights can be.

Brian is doing pretty good. He is having a lot of issues and discomfort with his joints. The steroids can cause this and we are tapering off the steroids, but we are thinking we might be tapering too fast. It is always difficult to know if the weakness is from the cancer and the brain or from other causes. This is difficult to manage.

Brian's oncologist appointment on Wednesday went well. Gavin was doing okay, so my mom stayed with him while I left the hospital for the first time in 54 hours. Plus, he was a grump (rightfully so) and I needed a little break from him. At the appointment, it was decided to repeat the scan in about a month and determine what chemo to continue based on those results. The chemo he was taking and we are considering continuing inhibits healing, so whenever there is a surgical procedure, the chemo is discontinued for 3-4 weeks prior and 3-4 weeks after the procedure.

Then I picked up Grant from school since I had not seen him since Sunday at bed time. I missed him terribly, and he needed his mommy. We went to the hospital together and visited his grumpy brother. We got an ice cream and went up and down elevators, explored the outdoors on a walk and raced each other in the walkways connecting the building.

Still, today we have an appointment for Gavin and Brian has an appointment on Friday to get his stitches and staples removed.

I am tired. Tired of hospitals. Tired of issues. Tired of making appointments. Tired of cancelling and rescheduling everything else. Tired of no routine. Tired of worries. Tired of illness. Tired of choosing which member of my family I spend my time with. Tired of deciding where to sleep. Tired of germs. Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired.

This weekend we are doing nothing. We are going to be a family. We are going no where. We are making fires in our fireplace, playing games, cooking our own meals, doing our own laundry, cleaning our own house, going to church. Because we can. Because we want to.

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good news and bad news

Okay, Where to start.

First of all, Brian is doing great. Just great. He gets stronger each day and is improving quickly. He gets stitches and staples out on Friday. We see the oncologist tomorrow to talk about further treatment. His speech is improved and he is walking better each day. In fact, just today, he walked the corridor of the hospital there and back twice.

The hospital, you ask????

Hospital. That's right.

Sunday night, Gavin lay in bed with a 103.8 fever not responding to Motrin or Tylenol. He lay there shivering and trembling and shaking. At 2:30 am, I had enough, and I left for the ER. Thank God I had asked Jan to spend the night at our house in case of an emergent situation because an emergent situation we had.

I knew this was beyond a bug. He was sick. Very sick.

In the ER, he was given a bolus - a large amount of IV fluid quickly. He responded well and got another one. It took two tries to get an IV because he was so dehydrated. I could not get him to drink much on Sunday. Mom said she had the same problem most of the weekend. He ate almost NOTHING since Wednesday night. They told us they were calling our Pediatrician to follow up with him the next day and were sending us home since Gavin kept down the juice and crackers and could continue to hydrate at home. They took out the IV, so naturally, about 5 minutes later he vomited everything and they said we needed to watch him for 23 hours.

For the next several hours, Gavin underwent an IV infusion of a potassium mixture to bring back up his electrolytes and hydrate more. HIs urine and throat were tested. He had labs drawn. It was assumed this was a nasty stomach bug. He was given Tylenol and Motrin IF his fever spiked. Which it did. However, Friday through Monday he was FINE from about 10:30 to about 3:30. At 4:00 on Monday while we were here, his fever spiked to 103.2 again and they said they would keep him overnight - they were just about to let us go home, I guess. Anyway, all through the night last night, unless he was sleeping, Gavin complained of tummy and back pain. He would tremble and shiver head to toe and moan. The only relief he had was when his body would succumb to exhaustion and he would sleep. It was a long night. At about 1:00 am, his nurse noticed he was dripping with sweat, came in to uncover him and noticed his IV was falling out. So, he was poked for a FOURTH time to insert another IV. I sure hope this one holds out. He hates the pokes as he says.

This morning, his pediatrician came in and said it was pretty obvious by his trembling and his fever that will not break this is more than a stomach virus and is some sort of infection. He ordered more tests that probably should have been done the day before, but what's done is done. The test that FINALLY came back positive was the chest X-Ray. Gavin has pneumonia. He is now being treated with a broad antibiotic and an additional antibiotic in case it is a sort of atypical pneumonia. The good news is that that it appears so far the pneumonia is not growing. Gavin is not having problems breathing and isn't coughing a lot. The cough really just started last night. The pediatrician said this can happen with pneumonia - once the body is hydrated, the fluid can build up.

So, today, he spent a lot of the day trembling and uncomfortable. He appears to be doing a bit better tonight. I pray the antibiotics continue to work and other drastic means are unnecessary for his recovery. Please pray with me.

I had no idea how painful it was to watch your child in pain. I pray you never do.

I will write more when I have time.

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home

Saturday morning, we were given our marching papers from the hospital. Just 19 hours after Brian's surgery, he and I were driving home together.

We were surrounded by family and friends this weekend - a weekend with cool, fall weather, a warm cozy fire and good company.

Unfortunately, Gavin is still sick. He does fine most of the day, but spikes a fever in the evenings, all night and in the early mornings. Since Wednesday night, he has eaten a sleeve of Ritz crackers, a small bag of McDonalds french fries, 1/4 bowl of mac-n-cheese and several tortilla chips - most of which was consumed today. He drinks about 5 cups of fluid a day and pees only twice. The call center today told me I HAVE to push fluids through him or he will get dehydrated and his body is probably on the verge as it is. His fever this evening was near 104. I will call the doctor's office in the morning to get him seen. He has almost no other symptoms.

Tonight, Sunday, Jan, Brian's mom, is spending the night with us to be here should any emergent situation arise with Brian or Gavin. I feel so much more at ease knowing she is here that I can attend to whomever needs me most. Right now, surprisingly, it is not Brian. It is Gavin. He trembles and shivers and sort of moans off and on. Also, she will be here should I need assistance in the morning with getting Grant off to school and tending to Gavin and Brian.

Please pray for Gavin right now. Pray for God's protection over the rest of the house, as well.

Please praise God for his amazing work in Brian right now. We have an appointment on Wednesday with the oncologist again to discuss possible further treatment. It has been 4 weeks since Brian's last chemotherapy treatment. He is feeling stronger and not as symptomatic right now causing him to consider further treatment in the near future. His legs are weak as he did little walking for the last 7 days. He still has some surgery recovery to do, but he gets stronger each day.

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surgical gift

There are more examples in my life than I can take the time to outline of times when our desert places were turned into the land of plentiful through faith, trust and prayer. God orchestrates our lives in ways unimaginable to us when we are willing to let it go and hand over the reins to Him humbly. The last two weeks, we have spent much time reflecting on God's plan for us, talking about peace, faith, our love, salvation, death, our past and the kids' future. We have shared tears and heartache and desperation and devastation as we struggled to let go and rest that Brian's life is in God's hands.

Today, after many hours of conversations and intentions made known to everyone that we would like to move forward with this surgery that would so obviously help Brian, Brian was taken to surgery around 3:30 pm. The surgery itself lasted around 30 minutes. Total pre-op, post-op, surgery and recovery time was around 2 hours. Brian was under general anesthetic. The procedure involved putting a permanent tube into Brian's right ventricle.

this is Brian's MRI two times ago - mid October labeled to show you what a ventricle is

Next, they make a small incision behind the ear and insert a valve attached to the tubing. The valve ensures the fluid will only flow FROM the ventricle and not back to it. Lastly, an incision is made in the abdomen. This is where the tubing ends. It empties into the abdomen cavity. All the tubing is under the skin.

Brian's biggest issue right now is coming out of anesthesia which is so far not a big problem, but just causing him to be a bit groggy. Also, his abdomen is sore. The incision in the abdomen is larger than we had expected and there was some maneuvering of the tube at that location, so he is tender.

Otherwise he is doing well and is recovering fine. He is still speaking better than last week, is alert and feels good.

The quality of life given back to us is immeasurable. What we have just done has not at all affected or addressed the cancer, but has alleviated Brian's fast developing symptoms causing a rapidly deteriorating condition.

And I believe God orchestrated this entire event:

Brian and I were inches away from canceling the consultation with the surgeon last week since we were not seriously considering a surgical resection at this point in time. Had we done that, we would not have personally met Dr. K and I do not know that he would have so rapidly read Brian's scan and personally called us with his finding and recommendation. We were not supposed to get the results of that scan until this morning. I shudder to think of the condition Brian would have been in today given the rate of the spinal fluid building up in his ventricle. Instead, Brian's complications were eliminated by Wednesday night via a temporary drain and now with a more permanent shunt.

I had the ball rolling for hospice assistance on Wednesday morning, but now we are considering further treatment.

Wednesday morning, Brian could barely tolerate light, wind, noise and movement. Today he wants to get out of bed, get home and play with his boys.

Last Friday, I had told my mom that she didn't need to stay past the weekend. We didn't need that help yet. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday she stepped up helping my kids while I attended to Brian's needs which were quickly and unexpectedly growing. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday she was here to get my kids to and from school, homework finished and baths and meals administered, including tending to my very sick Gavin. Today, she took the boys to her house for the weekend. It gives her time with Dad and back in her environment. It allows me the freedom to be with Brian instead of choosing between the boys and Brian. It gives the boys a welcome change of pace and some fun. Also, it gets sick Gavin out of our house and allows the house a couple days to lose the germs before Brian comes back home.

I know I made my voice very well heard at the hospital on Brian's behalf. Before each conversation as Brian's advocate, I felt the peace of Christ guiding me to use a respectful approach, logical wording and calm demeanor. My words were His words and because of making our desires known, I find it no coincidence that Brian skipped lunch despite the urgings of both a Physician Assistant and a Resident to go ahead and eat since he was not scheduled until Saturday only to discover that there was a cancellation and Brian's procedure took its place this afternoon. Had I not made our heart's desires and our frustrations known in such a manner, I do not believe Brian would have been placed on today's schedule. Had Brian eaten, he could not have had anesthesia.

Also, Dr. K. is a Christian man. Just prior to surgery, he came into the room and said he prays before each surgery and asks the patients to join him in prayer if they do not mind. He prayed for Brian's recovery and his performance and in thankfulness for the gift of salvation through Christ. It was a moving moment and one that we have never experienced before.

It was as if God himself laid his hands right on Brian and said, "I'm not done with you yet. I have more plans for you and I will be glorified even more through you." And I have come to understand that even through death, God can be glorified.

While this surgery has not done anything for Brian's prognosis from the tumor, it has restored within Brian a new hope and a spark to live his life, however long it may be, even more humbly and in greater service to the Lord with continued dignity and character. It has allowed him to come back home as the Brian we all know and love continuing his exemplary life and legacy.

Romans 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God.”

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